Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Backlund is 669 meters underground.

Dungeon Night Harbor.

"So, it looks like you guys are ready to go."

Inside the bar of the Earthworm Island Bar, the skinny bartender calmly wiped his glass and chatted with the three people in front of him with interest. The blood that flowed from his facial features was still on his pale and sickly face, but he didn't care at all.

Klein nodded to the bartender. The three of them had already adjusted themselves and were ready to go.

During this time, they purchased some low-level extraordinary items and spiritual potions, collected some information through Geraldine's intelligence network, and gave Fors the necessary cramming teaching of mysticism and survival training, making Fors's life a living hell for this week.

At the same time, Klein was also paying attention to the movements of the Exiles.

Every divination about the Exiles would end with a strong spiritual warning, which prevented Klein from conducting any corresponding mystical experiments in the safe house apartment. As for the intelligence about these red-robed terrorists, Klein could only search for information through roundabout divination and Geraldine's intelligence network.

According to the intelligence of the informant, when the Exiles carried out the suicide attack on Cotton Alley, several other dungeons also received such large-scale explosions. Most of the dungeons that were attacked collapsed like Cotton Alley and turned into a sea of ​​fire, but some dungeons survived by chance.

Klein even felt that his logical reasoning ability had improved by leaps and bounds during this period of time. Even the real detective Leonard had to praise him for finally being willing to start getting rid of his reliance on the occult in his investigations.

From the current situation, it seems that the Exiles have not carried out any large-scale actions since the explosion in Cotton Alley, but this does not mean that they will stop. According to the news from the intelligence network, speakers suspected to be the Exiles have appeared in many underground cities, especially those shallow underground cities that are close to the surface and have a large population. They give inflammatory speeches to the crowd at a specific time, and disappear without a trace after the speech. Obviously, this is a way for them to recruit people. On the other hand, the fact that these people can safely preach to the crowd every day proves that they have considerable control over this underground city.

The more dungeons there are where Exile speakers appear, the more dungeons will be secretly infiltrated by the Exiles.

Their absence from the gossip and daily headlines is a dangerous sign that they are once again going under the surface with their schemes. The more covert their tracks, the more terrifying their plans.

As for [Eternal Night Harbor], it is said that when [Cotton Alley] exploded, the boss of [Eternal Night Harbor] took the opportunity to carry out a bloody purge of the [Exiles] in the dungeon. At present, [Eternal Night Harbor] is still the boss's territory.

"Here are the things you asked for." The bartender placed three scarves on the bar, "Use them to cover your faces so that others won't remember your faces."

Three gray-brown scarves were placed on the table, woven with some simple and rustic patterns, giving them a dilapidated dungeon feel.

"What we wanted was an extraordinary item that could change our appearance." Leonard fiddled with the scarf, feeling the spirituality flowing through it and the hidden spells. "This is not worth the price we paid."

"This is the price you pay. Our main business is intelligence, not extraordinary items. I have said before that it will be much more expensive to find extraordinary items with specific functions from us, and there will be an additional agency fee." The bartender said calmly, "Besides, extraordinary items that can truly change your appearance perfectly without any dangerous side effects are not easy to find."

Klein and Leonard didn't say anything, but finally accepted the scarf. Leonard was a little dazed. As an angel of the church, he never lacked high-level seals. He had everything he wanted. Now he suddenly realized that most of the seals that could change one's appearance were seals with the extraordinary characteristics of the faceless man, or other seals of the same sequence. This level of seal was already very rare in this low-end market. Even if there were any, they could not be used most of the time because the negative effects were too terrible.

Is this what Emperor Roselle said, that a well-fed person does not understand the hunger of an empty stomach...

This time, Klein adjusted the attire of the three of them, changing into styles that were more in line with the atmosphere of the dungeon. He even planned to change his face after putting on a scarf. Next, they planned to try not to stop in any dungeon, and go straight down to Hazel Street to reduce the possible troubles and these Exiles lurking in the dark.

Judging from the speeches of the exiles in the furniture city at that time, as long as one exile had seen them, all the exiles would remember them. Although their death fight in the furniture city should not be known to all the exiles, they also killed a lot of [exiles] when the Cotton Alley Exchange exploded, which left a big impression on them. Recalling the [exiles]' extreme slogans and crazy paranoid state, Klein couldn't say whether they would come to collect this blood debt on the road.

Therefore, for this exploration, the three people's strategy was to conceal their faces and move quickly.

"We'll take the scarf, and the guide you promised us."

Klein stepped forward and ordered at the bar.

The bartender glanced at Klein, put down his glass, wiped the blood off his face, looked up at the three big customers with a smile, and clapped his hands.

Snapped!Snapped!

As soon as the voice fell, a man with a black cat ran out from the back. He must have been helping in the kitchen just now, and ran out quickly when he heard the call.

The man was probably in his early thirties, with messy black curly hair and dark brown freckles concentrated below his blue eyes. Under the loose clothes and full of equipment, he looked a little listless and his eyes were a little evasive.

Compared to the dishevelled man, the cat on his shoulder was surprisingly neat, with shiny black fur that made it look very noble and elegant. A bright red bow tie and a pair of bright blue eyes made it even more lively and eye-catching.

"Evan Tariq." He pointed to the black cat on his shoulder and said, "This is Miss Christine, your guide."

"Yes, sir!" The black cat slapped the man's head with its tail in dissatisfaction, and said in a neutral voice that sounded like both a man and a woman, "Also, what happened to your belt? The second waist bag on the left fell off again!"

"Okay, okay!"

Hearing Black Cat's scolding, the man immediately got furious and hurriedly buttoned his waist bag again and straightened his clothes.

"And the right corner of your shirt, oh my god... you pulled your shirt out of your pants again, push it back in!"

The black cat had a tone of disappointment. Evan obediently tucked his shirt back into his pants. Evan seemed a little too obedient to this cat with a strange temper, even to the point of being obedient to this black cat.

"Okay, Miss Christine..."

"Yes sir!" The black cat slapped Evan's tail again.

“But the boss said that when you reach Sequence 7, you will become a female…”

"Then at least now I am also a 'sir'!"

"Yes, Mr. 'Miss Christine'!"